746 Quotes by Samuel Beckett

What goes by the name of love is banishment, with now and then a postcard from the homeland, such is my considered opinion, this evening.

Let us do something, while we have the chance! ... Let us make the most of it, before it is too late! Let us represent worthily for one the foul brood to which a cruel fate consigned us!

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better.' You won't believe what you can accomplish by attempting the impossible with the courage to repeatedly fail better.

Hold the old holding hand. Hold and be held. Plod on and never recede. Slowly with never a pause plod on and never recede.

We lose our hair, our teeth! Our bloom, our ideals.

To be an artist is to fail, as no other dare fail, that failure is his world and the shrink from desertion, art and craft, good housekeeping, living.

Abode where lost bodies roam each searching for its lost one.

Unhappy, but not unhappy enough.

Tears and laughter, they are so much Gaelic to me.